Taxi
After you..Ah Young's POV
Finally, going to leave.
I can't help but feel proud of myself.
Sure, there is this part of me feeling guilty but I finally did it.. Finally succeeding..
I pulled my luggage out of my apartment.
My phone vibrated.
From: Hoya
' Ah Young, let's meet at the airport '
Expressionless. No 'I love you's , heart shapes or emoticons- as usual.
'Fine Hoya, I believe love can be nurtured' I muttered to myself.
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A taxi!
I flagged it down.
The taxi driver did not even bother to help me with my luggage.
'To the airport' I ordered before slamming the door.
There is something peculiar about the driver.
He did not talk or nod. I can't even see his face!
And he's wearing a cap and sunglasses.
I looked at the surroundings.
'Mister, this isn't the way to the airport' I protested.
He responded by putting his a finger on his lips, asking me to keep quiet.
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40 minutes.
And we are still not in the airport.
'Mister, hurry! I'm gonna miss my flight!' I said.
He even lowered his speed!
'Mister stop the car. I want to get off' I demanded.
I was ignored.
We entered a big warehouse.
I'm not feeling good about this.....
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